…the simple pleasure of chit-chat… how precious can that be?…

…there’s a certain grotesqueness in the WURLD which features daily in the newspapers and the ubiquitous 24/7 television ‘news’ channels… it would be all too easy to summarize that everything we see and hear is evidence of overwhelming evil and badness… but let’s hold on just a minute… ‘news’ outlets traditionally prosper and thrive on negativity…  ‘Bad News Sells Newspapers’… that could almost be a perennial banner headline in its own right… I don’t suggest for a nano-second that all the dreadful occurrences ar0und the globe should be ignored, and to ‘tuck our heads neatly deep into the sand, ostrich-style’… however, in an effort to retain a modicum of my own frail sanity, I am frequently given to looking for the ‘balance’… the sum’times wee things that bring a glimmer of light into an otherwise dark, gloom-threatened day… a coupla such snippets coruscated across my ken in the past day… the first started off as a possible harbinger of seismic proportion… I left my mobile phone in a taxi…

…the first time ever… the discovery that it was missing caused me much more panic than I should ever have experienced… how dependent have I become on that device, Mabel?… an hour or so afterward, the driver made sure it was back in my hands, and the relief, again, was prob’ly more than I should have registered… that the man should take time out to ‘re-mobilize’ me was a timely reminder of the good that still exists in people… the second episode involved the owner of a shop I was in…

…I’ve been in the guy’s place maybe half a dozen times over the years, but this time, he and I set to chatting about ordinary stuff… I think he enjoyed my conversation as much as I did his… more than an hour of pleasant discussion about anything and everything passed as easily as yeez like… and I left his store feeling happy…. yes, happy, to have had the chance to ease the hour away that we did, just flapping our gums… the simple pleasure of chit-chat… how precious can that be?… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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… ‘the moving finger having writ, moves on…’

…they say there are lies, damn lies and statistics, Mabel… that may well be, but I couldn’t help notice this morning when I tapped into my blog pages, that it tells me I’ve posted 1,700 posts since this blog first saw the light of day back in May 31st, 2012… and seemingly it has attracted a nudge over 17,000 comments, a delightfully balanced wee bit of symmetry in that… it all started back then, when this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler was advised that since I had become ‘an Author’, I should have a blog… I thought that was a terrific idea, except, I hadn’t the faintest clue what a blog was!…  a speedy learning curve ensued, from which I’m still recovering, and presto, hey!… the blog was born… I think yeez might be tickled to see what I wrote as the maiden post… here it is, in all its historic gaucheness:

So how does this thing work, Mister…?

May 31st, 2012

…having dipped my toe in the bubbling waters of Writer-dom, the rest of my leg has suddenly been tugged under as well… I’m uncertain as to whether it’s a pleasurable, continuing excitement or p’raps the start of a niggle of fear… being the new social-media-challenged kid on the block here, I’ve been scratching around at other people’s blogs and stuff… none of your rummaging in dustbins or sneaky industrial espionage, you understand, just a peek at this fella and that gal, just trying to figure out really how it all works… results of that research, you’ll not be surprised to learn, is that I’m mostly none the wiser… I think I may have the equivalent of a black belt in ignorance… however, people who have had to suffer me in the past will tell you that being ignorant of matters has never deterred me from lunging right ahead a la Bull in the China Shopso, if you hear the metaphorical tinkling of disintegrating porcelain, send me the bill… but here’s the thing… it seems (whisper it if you must) that there’s a growing swell of opinion that ‘going the self-publishing route’ may be casting off its former stigma… shudder the thought, it might even start to become fashionable… what is clear to this neophyte at any rate, is that droves of hitherto unpublished authors now rejoice in the fact that their name is attached to the ‘published’ label… it may be that Uncle Fred and Auntie Mabel are the two sole purchasers of the masterpiece that’s taken blood, sweat, tears, and not a little psychiatric counselling to tease out, but their baby is breathing somewhere in the ether world of Kindle et al… of course, it doesn’t really matter to me if anyone downloads my book or not (who the hell am I trying to kid!!) …another flash of the blindingly obvious is that having tasted that sweet, sweet ambrosia, the hypnosis of seeing my own name on Auntie Amazon Kindle best seller lists, my approach to this whole adventure is radically changing… as sure as eggs is eggs, I’m becoming resigned to the fact that I’m now destined to spend the rest of my life trying to catch up and understand even a smidgeon of how this all works… in the meantime, my minders here at the writing asylum would like you to know that I can be visited at weekends and other days with a ‘y’ in them… bring ice cream, lots of ice cream… I’ll report back soon… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…time to spend a little timely time with my pal Author, Glen R. Stansfield…

…my great pal, and fellow scribbler, Glen R. Stansfield, he of the crime writing prowess that produced Fishing for Stones, and Harry, is also on the verge of launching a cookbook, a superb culinary compilation, Around the World in Eighty Dishes, which comprises a series of feature articles which first appeared in a local publication here in Bahrain in the Middle East… in the Guest Post below, Master Glen has a few thoughts for us on the issue of ‘time’… enjoy…

Glen R. Stansfield

Time – We all know what it is, or do we? Try to define time and you may find yourself struggling, yet it appears in our everyday conversations. Examine some of the sayings about time and you start to get an uneasy feeling that we don’t really have a grasp of it – not yet, anyway.

For instance, when we do things to save time, where are we actually putting that time we save? Is there some sort of time bank where we can keep it for a rainy day? Clearly, the phrase isn’t meant to convey that message, we are merely shortening a process to … well … spend less time doing it.

There we go again! Spending time, as though it is some sort of cosmic currency stored in the Universe equivalent of Fort Knox. On the other hand, humans are notorious for wasting time. When asked what he had done with all his money, George Best famously said, he’d spent it on drink and women – the rest he wasted. Is that what we do with time, squander it on trivialities?

Sean Carroll, a theoretical physicist at Caltech is trying to understand time. He points out, time has a direction, which is why we can remember the past, but not the future. But time doesn’t have a size. We might think it does because we divide our days up into little parcels. It makes it easier for us when we can point to a specific point in time and give it a name. However, time is not constant throughout the universe, or even on our own planet – something that is perhaps a little deep for a small blog post.

Coming back to humans, I think we all know people who never have enough time, for them there are just not enough of those convenient parcels in another arbitrary period. Then there are people, like Seumas Gallacher, who are able to manipulate time in such a way, they never run out of it and can achieve any amount of work in a given time period. I once worked out his timetable and came to the conclusion he has a thirty-six-hour day.

Or maybe he knows the whereabouts of the time bank and is making withdrawals. He was a banker after all, and you know what they say – time is money.

…profundity indeed, Glen… thanks for sharing… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…the beauty of the ear is in the lobe of the beholder…

…it takes a l-oooooooooo-ng time for this ol’ Scots Jurassic to adapt to new things… I didn’t start wearing long trousers until I was about 15 years old… when I acquire a new cellphone (I believe they’re called ‘mobile phones’ now), it takes an absolute age for me to understand what WURKS differently from the old one… and as for calculators, to this day, I still eschew them in favour of using my mental arithmetic skills, honed at the desks of great Scottish primary school teachers…  and I recall when I moved to Hong Kong as a fully-fledged Master of the Financial Universe in 1980, it was all of six months before I dared attempt to eat the local Chinese food (which, of course, is excellent fare, by the way)… little wonder then, that as an Author of some ten years standing now, it has taken until now to embrace the non-written version of my books… namely, Audio Books… it had been suggested several times as I created my Jack Calder crime thriller series, that the stories lent themselves easily to voice, but I resisted, more because, as with many things, I didn’t quite know where to start… comes now the magnificent Master Chris C. Hogan… he of the gravel-coated tonsils, with perfect cadence and pace… and voila, presto hey! a whole new dimension to my literary toils was born… THE VIOLIN MAN’S LEGACY, my initial tome in the series, is now live on Audible/Amazon… given the darker inflections in parts of my novels, Master Hogan’s (not-so) dulcets fit admirably into the narrative… so much so, I reckon that his voice and timbre are now integral parts of the book itself…  I would invite any of yeez with a yen for Audio to have a listen, and let us know what yeez think, before we consider plunging throat-long into the ensuing titles… the links are here… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2kaoOp0

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2iFLNbu

Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2y7BdiL

Amazon Australia



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…from Goonhilly Downs… to the WURLD…

11th July, 1962… prob’ly not a date that gets instant recall in the minds of most people… I remember the occasion, but not the date itself… the first ever transatlantic satellite television signal between  the USA and Goonhilly Downs in Cornwall on the West Coast of England… black and white television of course, with gradings of grey in-between… the satellite was called Telstar, and among most of us back then its name was associated more with the instrumental recording by Hank Marvin and the Shadows  beat group, who were the backing combo for Cliff Richard...

…if mem’ry serves me correctly, the image on the signal was the representation of an Indian chief’s face, wearing his tribal feathered headdress… and how far we have come, Mabel… a mere 40 years later, I was engaged to go to Denver in America from the Philippines, where I was WURKING, to undertake the due diligence exercise for a potential buy-in to a company called EchoStar, arguably at the time the biggest satellite television network provider on the planet… part of that project had me chauffeur-driven from Denver in Colorado, on a five-hour journey into the desert to the massive base station where satellite channels from all over the world were received and re-transmitted on giant dishes…


…the enormous building housing the various screens to monitor these captured channels covered a huge wall… there must have been at least 5,000 various global channel screens on that control wall… all in colour… I was shown the backroom supporting the technological backup systems, and recall being amazed at the miles and miles of different-coloured cables, tidily herded into metal tracking, running up, over, and through walls… what a mind-boggling compression in such a short time from a single black and white satellite pulse in 1962, to the labyrinth of channel offerings I witnessed forty years on… and to think we used to be confused with merely two channels, trying to decide whether to watch BBC or ITV…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…it’s nice when I have visitors… I get to see sum’thing of the places where I live…

…my claim to Jurassicism stretches to more than compootery stuff… apart from these fidgety things on my mobile phone which keep taking pictures of my leg, toes, and sum’times surrounding floor carpeting, I’ve never owned a proper camera… which fits in admirably with my phenomenally outstanding failure at ever being a tourist…

…the only times I ever get to see the sights, wonders, and cultural centres of interest in any of the multi-geographies I’ve lived and WURKED in, is when sumb’dy comes to visit and wants to be ‘shown around’… today’s adventure embraced a visit to the ancient fort of Qal’at Al-Bahrain in Manama

…my residence is a five minute Uber-Camel ride away from the place, and until now, I’ve been totally unaware of its presence… but what a pleasure it turned out to be… the place is an archeological site, dating back to 2,500 B.C., making it over 4,500 years old… a bit of a fellow-Jurassic in its own right, if yeez ask me… the diggings have been ‘tidied up’ a tad, of course, but the remnants of  dwellings and the actual fortifications have been preserved and now carry the U.N. World Heritage Site label…

…as darkness falls, a laser light show is cast onto sections of the ramparts, tracing the history of the place from ‘way back… since the days of the Dilmun civilization… the light show lasts about half an hour, and as a writer, I found myself totally absorbed in the voice-over story… it has seen the march and declines of intruders from Portugal, Greece, and what once was Persia… the attendant music during the presentation is equally fascinating – the lilt of the Arabian instruments transports the listener across centuries, through the sands and seas that embrace the island of Bahrain…

…if any of yeez ever get out this way, I shall be happy to escort yeez there, so that I can see it again, ‘coz I never go anywhere on my own… I really have to get out more, Mabel… I really have to get out more … see yeez later.. LUV YEEZ!



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…poems every Witch way… (y’mean, ‘which way?’)… no, ‘Witch way!’…

…one of my Scottish-based friends, rejoicing in the glorious nom-de-plume, 2nd Witch, and demonstrating the usual Caledonian penchant for self-effacing, offers a Guest Blog piece pointing toward a maiden offering of a book of poems… the link is easily clickable (go on, yeez know yeez want to!)… have a wee dip into the Kindle sample… I know yeez’ll like it!

From 2nd Witch:

This is NOT a poem!

 As a rule, and I am big on rules, I only post poems on this blog.

However, I have taken the plunge and created and published an ebook of some of my work on Kindle. None of the poems in the ebook are available anywhere else, however some of the photographs have been used elsewhere. (All the photographs are mine as well.)

If anyone is interested, it can be found at: https://www.amazon.co.uk/slim-Poems-pictures-wand-witch-ebook/dp/B07C93T6RJ/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_1?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=D541DC03QDR1DZAZFFBZ

…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!


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